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“Roads? Who spoke of roads? We go by the moor and the hills, and tread granite and heather as the Druids did before us.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Jamaica Inn

“At the Moor

Wanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisper
In the stillness of the moor. In the gray sky
A flock of wild birds follows;
Slanting over gloomy waters.

Turmoil. In decayed hut
The spirit of putrescence flutters with black wings.
Crippled birches in the autumn wind.

Evening in deserted tavern. The way home is scented all around
By the soft gloom of grazing herds;
Apparition of the night; toads plunge from brown waters.”
― Georg Trakl

“The longer one stays here the more does the spirit of the moor sink into one’s soul, its vastness, and also its grim charm. When you are once out upon its bosom you have left all traces of modern England behind you, but on the other hand you are conscious everywhere of the homes and the work of prehistoric people. On all sides of you as you walk are the houses of these forgotten folk, with their graves and the huge monoliths which are supposed to have marked their temples. As you look at their grey stone huts against the scarred hillsides you leave your own age behind you, and if you were to see a skin-clad, hairy man crawl out from the low door, fitting a flint-tipped arrow on to the string of his bow, you would feel that the presence there was more natural than your own. The strange thing is that they should have lived so thickly on what must always have been most unfruitful soil. I am no antiquarian, but I could imagine that they were some unwarlike and harried race who were forced to accept that which none other would occupy.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

“I suppose it was obvious that The Loathsome Couple was based on the Moors Murders, which disturbed me very greatly for some reason.”
― Edward Gorey, Ascending Peculiarity: Edward Gorey on Edward Gorey

“I know more about Emily Bronte than anyone I know. I know enough about her family to have been a part. I’ve walked with her on her damp luscious lonely moors, watched her strain to write on miniscule scraps of paper, seen her hide her works from prying eyes.
I’ve brooded alongside her and participated in her taciturnity. Before her death at the ripe old age of 30, I nursed her from the things that ultimately killed her: tuberculosis with a side order of Victorian thinking.”
― Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations

“No human being could live in this wasted country, thought Mary, and remain like other people; the very children would be born twisted, like the blackened shrubs of broom, bent by the force of a wind that never ceased, blow as it would from east and west, from north and south. Their minds would be twisted, too, their thoughts evil, dwelling as they must amidst marshland and granite, harsh heather and crumbling stone.”
― Daphne du Maurier , Jamaica Inn

“We topped a rise just then, and the moor stretched out ahead of us, silvery-white and rustling, like a wide ghostly sea. In the distance lay Grimsgrave Hall, black and hulking as a ship adrift on moonlit waves.”
― Deanna Raybourn, Silent on the Moor

“The feeling of eating the last oatcake has stuck with me: a funny mix of joy and salt and homesickness, and sharp cheese, and knowing how far I was from an oatcake shop, and my grandparents, and the green-grey moorland.
There’s no landscape like the Staffordshire moorlands (they aren’t moors; that’s important). On the edge of a national park, but not nearly so beloved, the earth dips and swoops in lazy curves that seem almost-but-not-quite like somewhere you’ve been before. I wasn’t born there, and didn’t grow up there, and yet some part of me â€� some mining ancestor deep in the bone â€� always knows: this is where the bones come from. This is a kind of home.”
― Ella Risbridger, Midnight Chicken: & Other Recipes Worth Living For

“Sometimes we also find a tendency to view everything that's indigenous as good and anything "European"-such as Spain-as evil. That view overlooks such historical realities as the Aztec empire's oppressive domination of other indigenous societies and its class system, which privileged priests and the military. That view also forgets Spain was not a typically European nation after 600 years of rule by the Moors, an Arab/Berber people from Africa.”
― Elizabeth Martínez, De Colores Means All of Us: Latina Views for a Multi-Colored Century

“The dry yellow heath of the moors rose around us on all sides. It was like walking on the sun.”
― Amy Wolf, The Misses Brontë's Establishment

“Y en el asedio de La Mámora del año 1628, cuando los moros intentaron tomarnos aquella plaza, quienes cavaban las trincheras y dirigían las obras de asedio eran gastadores ingleses. Que a los hijos de puta, como es sabido, Dios los cría y ellos se juntan”
― Arturo Pérez-Reverte, Corsarios de Levante

“—¿En España también tenéis reyes tan baratos e insignificantes como va a resultar este Guido?
Sacudio la cabeza con vehemencia el gallego.
—En España los monarcas pueden ser buenos o malos, piadosos o malvados, pero el que menos ha matado a más de mil sarracenos en los campos de batallaâ€� proclamó orgulloso”
― Agustín Tejada, La sombra del rey de Jerusalén

“This particular queen (Margaret of Scotland) had her Moorish maid baptized Elen Moore (a lot of people with the names Moore, Moorer, Morris etc., probably got their names from their Moorish ancestors—for instance, Morrison means son of a Moor.)”
― Vertamae Smart-Grosvenor, Thursdays and Every Other Sunday Off: A Domestic Rap by Verta Mae